There’s this place
That hurts it’s
This place where
We all choose
Someone over us
That point that
Decision when you
Decide that someone’s
Else is better
Than yours is
Defines word Godliness
We
Month: December 2020
Onlookers
I push you
Further pint after
Pint after pint
Until all that
I’m left with
Is you and
A toilet and
Me and onlookers
Is this us
Others for everyone
Or are we
Private and scared
Afraid of everyone
But you and me
Some
Some guy some
Place some where
Some time some
Paper some ink
Some thoughts some
Feelings some nightmares
Some day dreams
Some sour memories
Some fragrant hope
Some ideas some
Some beliefs some
Faiths some family
Some where there
Some religion some
Dogma some sex
Some love but
More sex than
Love are we
All nothing more
Than some things
Bowl
I trashed ripped
Stomped pulverized and
Tore every single
Bit of you
From me and
Now I’m left
With something far
Worse one big
Horrible empty hole
Maybe I should
Have left you
There where you
Were occupying something
But now I’m
A bowl with
Nothing in it
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 